Cab sing and play along

New York snow this time of year,

there's nothing more beautiful to me

except for you.

Making my way uptown and down,

seeing familiar places and faces in my pile of coffee grounds.

The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.

Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.

Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.

Watching my breath rise in the sun,

pulling myself into midone,

helplessly feel for my phone and drive away.

This new rhythm I pursue is just my getting over you,

and telling myself that I need to.

The

I'm still looking for a play.

No one said that it was fair

to be alone.

The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.

Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road

The days are better, the nights are still so lonely.

Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.

Sometimes I think I'm the only cab on the road.